A book about a woman's marriage to an autistic/asperger husband. I started reading it thinking I was recognising myself. But after a little while in thought I'm pretty mile compared to this chap. Then through the rest of the book, I was recognising Sue's Alan! Whoops. I didn't expect that, but he came through surprising loud and clear.
Something more than just learning a new language. Not so simple as that. Learning a new language implies having already learnt the first one. Learning a new language isn't just about the words. There is the context, the history, culture, and sense. There is the need to read and read and read. To observe, feel, and breathe. Now that's learning
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